quatermass fanfic

Lincoln is down in the dumps after Ronnie Anne. His best female friend moved away. Some enjoyed her absence. A group of girls known as the QTs can freely approach Lincoln without Ronnie's inference. However, will their alliance hold? Can one of them claim Lincoln as theirs before others take him for themselves. (Now has a Tv tropes page)

At the beginning of the Clone Wars, millions of clone troopers were created in Kaminoan labs to fight for the Republic against the droid armies of the Confederacy of Independent Systems or CIS. Some batches of clones were specifically created to be more elite; to do tasks that otherwise normal clones wouldn't be able to accomplish. One of these such batches of clones is a squad of four elite commandos: Helios-Squad. Deployed on a Republic defense of the planet Mimban, these 4 clones accomplish multiple missions to aid the Republic effort.

When physicist Ren Kurogane dies in an experiment gone wrong, he awakens in another reality—reborn as a lab subject in a world of heroes and hidden power. His escape triggers a phenomenon no science can explain: Quantum Mana, an energy that lets him slip between worlds. From New York’s secret sorcerers to the magic of Camelot and the spell craft of other realms, Ren learns to master his unstable gift—turning theory into sorcery and reason into power. Each world teaches him something new, yet every leap risks unraveling the fabric of existence itself. To survive, he must become what no one has ever been before: a mage of quantum origin—the first and only Quantum Mage. All characters and worlds from existing franchises belong to their respective creators. This is a transformative, non-commercial work of fiction. PS: It is my first time writing any form of work and English is not my first language so expect some error, will improve as I move forward. PS: At this point in story it is so far a non-harem fic and I am planning to keep it that way. Ps: the image in cover is generated with AI

Namimori Middle School Class 3-A was given a chance for a field trip that can change their lives forever as the World's Greatest Mafia Family invited them in their territory. We all know that Varia Quality is a quality in which only seven people has. An extraordinary quality in which is in like to those deadly-people who are living on Earth. But only one person has given the extraordinary quality that no one know she can also do. Entering the land of Mafiosos, a certain girl took an interest and actually have Varia Quality. A Katekyo Hitman Reborn fan fiction. Amano Akira owns Katekyo Hitman Reborn characters.

During an interview, a reporter asked Mr. Scolari who he would save first if Quaresma and Cristiano Ronaldo fell into the water simultaneously. Scolari humorously responded that he would save Quaresma first because Ronaldo would cling to Quaresma's thigh and follow, though Quaresma might kick him repeatedly. Quaresma, known for his desire to focus quietly on his game and achievements, often finds himself surrounded by distractions, which he finds frustrating. warning warning! if you like football and funny things then this is a novel for you. the translation so you guys can this story in MTLNov same title. check other novel form my collection.

STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING!! Welcome to a new take on Avatar: The Last Airbender with the Odd Squad. Follow our main character Solaris and his squad on a adventure throughout the 4 nations, every member of his squad is unusual or odd, each with their own "unique" interests and personalities. WARNING: The story will mainly just focus on our character Solaris, but that doesn't mean you won't see or hear about the squad ever so often.

I'm at the bar right now with my friends and some girls. Elias won the basketball game, so here we are, celebrating. "Cheers!" the four of us exclaimed, then drank together. "We're out of drinks, bros, Julius, why don't you get some more?" Gino said. "I'll pass, Gino, I'm feeling a bit dizzy already," Julius replied. "Wow, just one bottle and you're tipsy? I won't be driving you guys home! You're on your own!" Gino joked. "Chill guys, I'll get it," Elias said, but I stopped him and offered to get it instead. "I got it, you're still enjoying yourself over there," I pointed to the girl he was flirting with. I stood up from my seat and accidentally bumped into a guy. I was about to apologize when I saw his face. "Sorry-- nevermind. Move aside! I'm passing through," I said angrily, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me. "What the fuck?! You wanna start a fight with me here? Come on! Let's go!" I challenged in an angry voice. He didn't speak for a few seconds, just grinned. Frustrated, I punched him. He didn't fight back. Soon enough, Elias and the others pulled us apart. "Bro, bro! Stop it! You might end up killing him," Elias said, trying to calm me down. The guy in front of me then casually approached me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. "Hey, Liam has stopped punching you. Just leave!" Julius said, about to stand up when the guy spoke. "Hmm, you're really an idiot, huh?" he said. "What are you trying to s-" I didn't finish my sentence as he suddenly pulled my collar and... He kissed me. "I hate you, Liam."

Nếu sẽ như thế nào khi tôi có thể về về được quá khứ, và thay đổi lịch sử nước Việt chứ, hãy cùng tôi đi vào hành trình này nào

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?